Open Post the Sequel

[desertions]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

surprise me for all of them

[alias_savant]

Repartee is something we think of twenty-four hours too late. -- Mark Twain

whoops this isn't a surprise at all

[easily]

When she calls him to tell him she's heading home the conversation is short and clipped. Being back in Mystic Falls, chasing after the cure only to have Silas steal it from her in the end -- it hasn't been easy on her. Her brothers are moving onto New Orleans and Elijah's all but begged her to come with --

But she won't. Not now. She has a home now. It's part of why she had fought so hard for the cure, the idea that someday, when he was off the anklet, she and Neal could settle down and have a real life. Get married, have children, all the sorts of thing she ever dreamed of.

But things don't work out that way and the sorrow of that loss leaves with a lack of things to say, her words lack the usual wit and sharpness they usually carry, even she knows that.

It's a few days later that she's back in New York, making her way back into the apartment. It's been weeks since she left after the announcement of Kol's death.

"Neal?"

She has no idea if he's home or working with Peter or doing something with Mozzie or what. She hopes he's home.

[enjoythe_ride]

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. -- Shakespeare

[lockwood]

Things get complicated after they slept together, whether Tyler wanted them to or not. He's not deceitful by nature, and yet acting like nothing happened feels like telling a lie. Not just to Caroline (not that he's answered her calls or texts, but still) but to himself and Bela too. They all deserve better than that, don't they?

They're supposed to be heading back to Mystic Falls soon, with the Winchesters in tow to help with the Klaus problem but all he feels is dread in his stomach, like things are going to get much worse.

Which is why he's sitting at the bar near the motel they're staying at -- where he's compelled the bartender to ignore that he's underaged and keep pouring him beers.

[impetere]

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. -- Mark Twain

[claustrophobias]

Isaac gets it. The world doesn't owe him anything, it isn't fair. If it was fair Erica and Boyd would be alive, among other things. But it's harsh and it's cruel and things will take you by surprise whether you want it or not.

Like hearing that Derek and Cora had been leaving town. Despite Derek not being his alpha anymore (or anyone's alpha, anymore) he had wanted to say goodbye. It seemed only right, somehow. But Derek's not here.

Which is why he's sitting here with Cora. It's a little awkward, and finally he breaks the silence.

"So where are you guys going?"

[hasperkynipples]

You mentioned your name as if I should recognize it, but beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you. -- Sherlock Holmes, "The Norwood Builder"

[visiongirl]

Periodically, they've heard of groups of hunters that make their way through L.A. The Winchesters? Not one she's heard of before. And yet, here they are in Caritas, looking for information on a case (which happens to cross over with a recent vision she's had). Small world.

Or something. She's not sure. In any case, she takes a swig of her beer, looking over at him. Somewhere, Wes and Sam are exchanging notes and research.

"You don't exactly seem comfortable to be here."

i just need neal and el bromance in my life

[became]

Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I'd been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

who doesn't?

[mrssuit]

El likes Neal's company. She knows he's probably here fishing for information or waiting for Peter (or most likely, both) but in the mean time he makes for good company. Which is why she's currently pouring them glasses of champagne -- it had been for her and Peter's date night but as he is running terribly late and Neal's here instead, he reaps the benefits of the situation.

She smiles a little, handing him one of the glasses.

"So what brings you here to see me, Neal?"

c:

[suit]

c:

[mrssuit]

Finding time for actual dates can be a little difficult at times considering both of their busy schedules and yet? Somehow they manage. Mostly because they both care far too much not to make the time for one another. It's one of the many reasons why their marriage is still so strong after so many years.

She even let Peter do the planning this time (okay, not so much let as much as told he would but still) which is why they're walking with his arm around her shoulder to a still unknown destination for the evening.

"Aren't you going to give me at least a little hint?" She asks, tilting her head up with a little smile

anyone and everyone. surprise me c: (even if i am predictable with my muses)

[believable]

i love your predictableness ok

[lockwood]

They've been in Florida for a little more than a month now. It's refreshing, in a way, to be away from Mystic Falls. They don't forget about Caroline or anyone else they've lost -- that's always with them -- but it's like they can breathe again, just a little. They begin to fall into routines. Elena writes and he goes out and surfs and sometimes they eat together but often they don't.

It's not perfect, but it's something they can manage. Caroline would want them to find some peace, to be able to help one another. That's what he keeps telling himself. And it's nice to have a new start but still have someone who remembers. Who remembers the asshole he used to be. His parents. Everything that's happened. Who's seen him at his worst.

(What if he asked you to rip out your heart?

I don't know, then I'd rip out my heart.)

Currently, he's sitting out on the beach with his sketchbook. He can't remember the last time he drew. The lines come out both harsh and undefined all at once, like he's trying to make sense of something that might not ever actually make sense.

[splinted]

[transferee]

Allison's been in Chicago for about six months now. Six months without her father, without Scott, and without any wolves in her life for the most part. She's trying to learn from her mistakes, trying to be a better person.

And yet when she learns of a family of Hales in town it makes her uneasy. It's probably a coincidence but the Hales and the Argents have a lot of bad blood between them. Still, she's not going to attack without need, without reason.

Not that she even knows it's a Hale she's run into -- she's never met Alek before, after all. But as she picks herself up off the ground she tries to offer an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. My mind was elsewhere, I guess."

yesss I love prose

[easily]

It's Chicago in the 1920s. They've just arrived into town after being run out of New Orleans by their father. But despite the panic and fleeing there is always happiness to be found in a new city. They can reinvent themselves yet again. Their first night is spent in a club known as Gloria -- Nik had chosen it because word of mouth was it was owned by a witch.

And he has always liked his witches.

Rebekah is social, she flirts with men, dances, and drinks until she finally finds her way back to their booth, a bright smile on her painted lips as she slides in next to her brother, a glass of champange in one hand.

"Thank you for taking me here, Nik," It had been her idea to choose such a busy city for their next destination -- someplace so alive with activity.

"It's as fantastic as the reports have made it sound like. Completely alive and wicked."

c:

[phased]

c:

[easily]

The sun sets over the Navy Pier and Rebekah takes a deep breath looking up at the Ferris Wheel. She's never been on one before, as sad as that may sound. Though it was invented before she had been daggered there had never been time to experience it while on the run from her father.

There hadn't been enough time to do a lot of things, really.

But the thing is, Rebekah's a little bit of a scaredy cat. Which is why she hasn't actually gone on yet. But this has been a city of a lot of firsts for her -- she'd like to add this one to the list.

anyone & everyone but someday when you're ready, spencer ;;

[wrongkid]

ugh the first tag with a new muse is always the worst.

[daphnes]

Spencer likes to pretend she can deal with everything, that it rolls off her back but never touches her. Because she's strong -- she's a fighter. But she's so tired of fighting. More and more lately she wonders if A isn't right to target her and the other girls, like maybe, somehow, they kind of deserve what they were getting.

None of them were good people.

She's not really heading anywhere in particular, she's walking because she needs to clear her head. It's not like her parents will notice she's gone -- they're too busy with Melissa and everything else. Maybe it's for the best. If they knew what her life was really like --

Really, it's for the best.

[otherwise]

[easily]

In a world without spin offs and questionable writing choices involving random threesomes when they get back to Mystic Falls things don't end the way they had planned. It's easy enough to say what happens on the road stays on the road -- hard to follow through with. His friends are off to college, so there's less judgmental eyes around but still.

It's a probation period. He still has his reservations and if Rebekah's completely honest with herself she doesn't blame him for them. She's new to trying to be a better person. It's easy to give into her catty side. And yet whenever she does she sees him roll his eyes and walk away, like he expected better from her.

So today, as she sits in the Grill waiting for his shift to be over, she's been trying to be on her best behavior. She had talked to April a bit earlier and the conversation had went well. So now she was simply nursing a drink at her table alone, reading a book and waiting.

Boredom never did suit her very well.

[negotiates]

Elijah has decided that he doesn't like Beacon Hills. Last night was a full moon and he ran into a werewolf or two - which normally for Elijah is no big deal, he can rip out werewolf hearts in his sleep - but of course this one annoying mutt managed to nip his arm before he despatched it.

So now he's suffering the effects of a werewolf bite. It won't kill him. But he is dizzy, sick, and he can't remember where the cabin is. Instead he's wandering through the woods in broad daylight, hallucinating things that aren't there.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Original vampire.

[transferee]

Allison knows Scott would never bite anyone, she trusts Isaac not to do it either, but the rest of the wolves in town? Definitely not. Especially with the alphas roaming around. Which is why she's making her way through the woods, looking for anything suspicious, anyone who might need help -- or anything she needs to stop.

Hunting isn't just about stopping people, it's also about helping them.

What surprises her, however, is when she stumbles across the man she had met a few weeks ago (when breaking into his home). She frowns when she notices how out of he seems. That's never a good thing. And as she approaches she can see a bite mark bleeding on his arm.

If his body's rejecting it -- well the bite either turns you or kills you, that's the only two options.

"Are you okay?"

let me tell you a story...

[tryfornormalcy]

in which rebekah and aidan are engaged and he adores her to bits. he can't really munch on food because it tastes gross, but when she cooks for him, he eats anyways:



and when klaus visits and rebekah's screaming at him, and aidan attempts to butt in, he'll fail at first:



so he sits in the kitchen going:



but worry not! soon enough, he'd tell klaus to go away. he'd pull his scary face:



no. really. see:



bye bye, klaus:



and that's their life so far.

p/s:

this is my favorite story.

[easily]

Rebekah's always wanted to get married, it was something she thought she'd never get the chance to do once she was a vampire. Just another item in the list of experiences she would never have in her life. But then she meets Aiden, and they fall in love and he proposes to her -- she says yes, of course. Eternity with somebody she loves? What could be better?

But the problem is she's already promised herself to her family, Always and Forever. Niklaus doesn't like the news of the engagement, comes over during one of their dinners to fight with her, screaming at how she's being selfish. Things escalate when she brings up about he doesn't get a say anymore, not after disowning her. Eventually, things escalate and she's started throwing things at her dear old brother.

That's about when Aiden intervened. And now Klaus is gone (but not forgotten) and Rebekah is trying to clean up the mess in the dining room. So much for a nice dinner at home.

She glances over at him. "Are you going to help me?" Not that he really was part of making the mess, but still. This is the family you have willingly gotten yourself involved with Aiden.

Deal with it.

[reaction]

[easily]

Rebekah and Damon are never anyone's first choices. People will always love Stefan more, love Elena more, choose anyone over them. These are things they have learned early on and are reminded of time and time again. Eventually that's what you accept. You stop trying because feelings are a bitch. Love destroys you. They love recklessly and where has that ever gotten either one of them?

Not very far.

It's hard for a vampire as old as Rebekah to truly turn her emotions off. Damon's much better at it, more natural in his way. Stefan and Elena had gotten back together for the hundredth time and the two of them had decided this time they aren't going to mope around over things.

Love isn't worth it in the end.

They drove out of Mystic Falls into the next major city. They spend their night in a club where they double team a couple, feeding on them in a crowd. There's a sea of people. No one sees anything. No one cares, nothing is real.

Things are so much easier when you don't care anymore.

When the feedings done they compel the people to go away, losing them in the sea of people dancing and moving with the music. She turns to Damon with a smirk playing on her bloodstained lips.

"What's next?"

[misfitted]

[transferee]

The Argents have always moved around a lot. After Allison's brush with the dark side her father decides they need a new change of pace. They spend four months in France -- but they never return to Beacon Hills. Instead he moves them into a small town in Virginia, Mystic Falls. Allison misses Lydia and Scott the most but she copes. She's been the new girl a million times before, she can do it again.

The thing is, Mystic Falls is as strange as Beacon Hills had been, if not more so. Things happen here she can't explain. People die. And it's not wolves -- it's different. It scares her, like when she first was trying to piece everything together.

It makes her feel powerless. She hates that feeling.

Which is why she's snuck out to the woods to practice and train, just in case. She promised her father she wouldn't hunt anymore -- but how can she can pretend like it doesn't matter? How can she turn a blind eye when dead bodies keep piling up and she could do something about it?

She can't.

Which is why she's currently aiming one of her arrows at a tree. The plus side of having a father who's cover is being a private arms dealer is that all of her equipment is military grade. Which has come in handy.

She's not aware of anyone else out here -- she's a little too focused on releasing that arrow, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips as it hits exactly where she means it to.

Rebekah!

[darwinspigeon]

It's not really anything he said or anything he did,
It was the feeling that came along with it.
And the crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again.
But I don't know if I should.
I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright.

tell me if this doesn't work

[easily]

Rebekah leaves Mystic Falls after her summer with Matt and hasn't yet decided whether to go to New Orleans or not -- so she ends up in New York. She had had fun when there briefly with Elena and Damon and she wants to see more of it. The world has changed so much in the last ninety years, she wants to see all of it.

She meets Peter the first time rather dramatically -- the boy is falling off a building and she had zoomed quickly without thinking to save him. She would have compelled his memory but that smile on his face, the way he talks about a dream where he can fly, it stirs something. She lets him live, doesn't compel him. Figures he's saying enough crazy stuff no one would believe him about her speed anyway.

She doesn't expect to run into him again, not really. New York is a big city and all they exchanged were first names -- and there's a million Peters in New York City.

So when she's walking across the street she almost does a double take in the middle of them.

"Peter?"

tyler;

[louisianawolf]

[lockwood]

The last time Tyler saw Hayley it had been Winter time -- during the holiday festivals, in fact. That was the day that everything changed for Tyler. His pack died. His mother died. And everything spiraled from there. He got chased out of town. And even though he had been "allowed" back it wasn't enough, not now. He needs more than a life on Klaus' terms. It's not enough. The hardest thing he ever does is walk away from Caroline and her ultimatums but he has to do it.

He'll regret it forever if he doesn't.

Which is what's brought him to New Orleans. He doesn't have a fully formed plan yet, but he has to do something. He's restless. He's heard from the grapevine where Klaus is staying -- some old plantation. He goes out to check it out when he knows the Original won't be home.

What he doesn't expect to see is a light near the door, or the girl holding it.

"Hayley?"

His voice is a mixture of accusation and confusion. What the hell was she doing here?

rebekah of course

[kidon]

Re: rebekah of course

[easily]

It's always sunset in the fall in Teleios. It's been an adjustment, these long stretches of permanent times of days but after almost a year here? She's begun to get used to it. Or as much as somebody can get used to it, anyway.

This particular evening she had off from the Boarding House and it's raining and she rather enjoys walking around in the rain when it is as light as it is currently. Between the fire and all the strange behavior lately it's nice to have something peaceful going on, for once.

Of course, it could be the calm before a possibly literal storm but she'll take her chances.

It is during that long walk that she runs into a familiar face she hasn't seen in a while -- now that she no longer lives in the temple it's easier to miss people.

"And here I was afraid perhaps they had sent you back home."

cordelia!

[chuisle]

Something went wrong. There were dozens of possibilities, a number of ways this could've gone — and while he envisioned himself back at the start in some of them, it wasn't back at the literal start. Not there in the hotel, standing with his hand on the hilt of his favorite sword, as if about to pull it from it's resting place inside the weapons cabinet in the lobby. And it took him a moment to adjust to the setting, to see the hotel as it was in it's prime, and not crumbling beneath the weight of the damage that had been done to it since Los Angeles was cast out of the mortal plane into one that was much darker, and truly governed by those opposite the Powers That Be.

Had Wolfram & Hart sent him back here as some sort of punishment for his defiance, for his constant faith in the people who dared to stand up with him against them? Was this their way of pushing him towards that grim, bleak, supposed definite future of his? Or was this something else entirely, something he was being given because he kept trying and defying, a gift from those who opposed the Senior Partners? It was both sad and practical of him to doubt that possibility, to not think that a reset meant a even more of a rewind than he intended, for he'd been taken back to happier times, just before it all started to go wrong instead of before LA fell.

Wes and Gunn breeze by him without so much as a word or a second glance towards him and his statue-like position before the weapons display. Wes isn't a ghost, and Gunn's not a vampire; they're getting along, talking shop, and heading out to take care of business he's unable to tag along on.

Or so he thinks.

And because he's a doubter, because he has to challenge and defy everything, Angel waits a few minutes, then follows suit. The sword is left behind, and the door to the bright, sunlit outside is drawn open. Angel steps out, expecting to fry—

But it doesn't happen. His skin doesn't tingle, isn't set ablaze. Instead, he only feels the warmth of the sun on his somehow still human skin.

[visiongirl]

Cordelia has no idea the extent of things have been reset. Whoever's responsible for all of this -- she doesn't have the memories of everything that happened to her, or the knowledge of the fact that she shouldn't really be on earth anymore (the Powers That Be let her visit from time to time, but that's about it).

What she does know is that the guys are getting ready to go out on a job, and she's making her way downstairs to get them a few more details on her latest mission -- but she's distracted when she notices the open door -- and Angel going out into the sunlight.

Panic flares in her chest and she runs over to stop him - only he's not on fire. Why is he not on fire?

"Angel? What's going on?"

of course she can be the one surprising him if you prefer

[coy]

[lockwood]

"No peeking," He whispers with a grin as he leads her out into the yard of the Lockwood estate. He has a candlelit dinner set up near the lake -- along with a boat set up for later. But right now? He has Caroline blind folded and he's carefully leading her out to the back.

He never used to be the type for these big sort of romantic gestures but Caroline loves this kind of stuff -- and he would do just about anything to make her happy.

When they finally reach the table he tugs the blindfold off of her so she can see everything. There's a table set for the two of them along with a bucket of ice and some champagne. There are hanging lights for the atmosphere. A little cheesy, maybe, but he's proud of it.

"What do you think?"

surprise me. hit me with your best shot.

[cautious]

it had to happen

[easily]

Rebekah has lived a long time. Over a thousand years, in fact, but she's never seen someone travel through time the way this boy has claimed to. So she's a little skeptical, she can't help it. But she's also curious. In between his hands is some sort of light -- energy even. Again, not something she's ever seen before. And when you've lived as long as Rebekah has when something is that brand new?

Well you get a little curious. To say the least.

She tilts her head, raising a brow at him, as if trying to figure him out somehow. Finally she just blanketly asks:

"What are you?"

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

[neogotham]

The batarang that catches the criminal's shirt is not among those that are usually left embedded in the wall, and the hand the pries it free certainly doesn't belong to Gotham's famed caped crusader. He doesn't have his suit, but that doesn't make him any less capable. (Okay, so it makes him slightly less capable, but a backpack full of gizmos and gadgets he wasn't supposed to have stuffed with gizmos and gadgets, especially with the intent of hauling it all to school does a guy a world of good.) This kid has yet to be born to this city, but one day, he's going to do a lot for it.

—when he's not sliding across freshly mopped floors ("Crap, crap, crap, crap—!") and into the nearest wall as the criminals he was in pursuit of make a hasty getaway.

"Aw, man."

[signalized]

There's little that happens in Gotham without Bruce knowing. He is obsessive by nature and in the wake of the death of superman this hasn't gotten any better. There seems to be more to fight for now, more to lose. When he isn't working with Diana to try to find the other metahumans like her he's on the streets patrolling. No matter what else happens, Gotham is always a priority. That hasn't changed. So when he finds a kid using what looks to be a batarang against the criminals he had been tracking it puts him on alarm. He doesn't want people copying him and getting hurt.

(There's a damaged Robin suit in the batcave to remind him why other people can't be like him)

His voice is gruff and distorted as he speaks.

"You're lucky all that happened was that wall."

some of my classes have been watching digimon all week ಠ_ಠ

[dinosaurs]

idek what i am doing

[palmon]

It's been a long time since Mimi's been back in Japan for any extended period of time. She says Japan and not home because in many ways America feels more like home to here these days. She is distinctly American in many ways and she doesn't how to fit in with the other kids in her classes here. The girls whisper and call her jikochu. Selfish. Full of herself. Maybe they're right.

But she has friends here, and that means a lot. Which is why she's going through a museum of all places with Taichi this afternoon. She tilts her head as she looks at one of the skeletons.

"Do those weird you out?" She asks, pointing at the dinosaur. After all, with as much time as he has spent with Agumon she can see where it would. It freaks her out a little, to be honest.